Songs that mention fixed gears!

Deep down in London close to Hackney
Way back up on Brick Lane below the railway,
There stood a studio flat made of spit and piss
Where lived a hipster named Johnny B Goode,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could ride a fixie just like a ringin' a bell?

Good effort. Now to make it actually fit the music:

Deep down in North-east London close to Hackerney,
Way back up Homerton among the Marshes green,
There stood a brick terrace made of mud and wood,
Where lived a hipster boy named Tristram Y. Blud,
Who never ever learned to dress and style so well,
But he could skid a fixed bike just like a ringing a bell.

Go go
Go Tristram go
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Go Tristram go
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Go Tristram go
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Go Tristram go
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Tristram Y. Blud

He used to bunny hop his bike till it nearly cracked,
Or wheelie to the bars beneath the railroad track
Oh, the fashion victims saw him riding in the straaeet
Pedalling with the rhythm that his iPod made.
The people passing by, they would stop and say,
Oh my, that little hipster boy could sway.

Go go
Go Tristram go
Go
Go Tristram go
Go
Go Tristram go
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Go Tristram go
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Tristram Y. Blud

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old gang.
Many people coming from miles around
To see you trackstand no-hand when the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights,
Saying 'Tristram Y. Blud tonight'."

Go go
Go Tristram go
Go go go Tristram go
Go go go Tristram go
Go go go Tristram go
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Tristram Y. Blud